The immortal who travels the world

Urahara Kisuke knew what Lu Yan did in the world of souls and souls, and he felt the earth-shaking movements in the huge underground training ground that day.

I couldn't help feeling uneasy in my heart, doubting whether it was the right choice for me to give Lu Yan the divine body.

After all, normally speaking, the swastika of the god of death will probably increase the spiritual pressure by five to ten times on the basis of the original solution.

Moreover, such a substantial improvement does not have any side effects.

The strength of the Swastika has led to the fact that even an ordinary god of death can directly advance to the rank of the strong after mastering the Swastika.

Not to mention those gods of death who are already powerful.

In Kisuke Urahara's impression, he has never seen a shinigami who is so powerful just from the beginning.

Let Lu Yan master the swastika, once he has any dangerous thoughts, can anyone really stop him?

Yoruichi who was standing next to Urahara Kisuke also saw his uneasiness, and Yoruichi also had such worries.

So I didn't know how to comfort him, so I just reached out and patted Urahara Kisuke's shoulder: "Relax, anyway, even if that guy doesn't master the swastika, is there someone who can deal with it?"

Urahara Kisuke sighed, turned his head, looked at the increasingly exaggerated storm in the training ground, and could only silently suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

Instead, he clapped his hands and said: "There is too much movement here, there may be some accidents, everyone should go back to the store."

Kurosaki Ichigo and Yoruichi who were present also had no objection to this.

After all, even if they are considered to be the best among the gods of death, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not be injured under Lu Yan's increasingly terrifying aura.

The three of them left the underground training ground along the long ladder. Urahara Kisuke glanced back and closed the door at the entrance.

The entire underground training field covers an area of ​​nearly a hundred football fields, and it has been continuously expanded and reinforced by Kisuke Urahara and his staff for hundreds of years.

As long as it is not specifically destroyed, there is no need to worry about its stability and firmness.

Although Lu Yan has been pouring his own spiritual pressure into Zhuan Shen's body, he is not ignorant of the surrounding situation.

Naturally, he also knew that Urahara Kisuke and the others had left.

Since he didn't have to worry about accidental injury, he simply poured it with all his strength.

The entire underground training ground suddenly flew away, and the spiritual pressure fluctuations that were several times more terrifying than before raged in the training ground, even shaking the huge training ground.

As mentioned earlier, the principle of turning into a divine body is to visualize Zanpakuto's will.

Generally speaking, as long as a part of spiritual pressure is infused, it is enough to support the transformation of the Zanpaku knife.

However, Lu Yan's situation obviously cannot be judged by common sense.

Even though he had poured dozens of captain-level spiritual pressure into his body during this period of time, there was no sign of success at all.

Frankly speaking, the reason why Lu Yan wanted to try Swastika was not only because of the mission requirements, but more importantly, because he himself wanted to see the will of Zanpakuto.

Unlike the gods of death in this world, Lu Yan knew very well that his so-called Zanpakuto was essentially a collection of Reiatsu.

Its true face should be the human stele that did not know why it appeared, nor when it appeared in the space of its own consciousness.

Judging from the situation in the original book, Zanpakuto's will is communicated.

He was very curious, if he really got the will of the human stele out, would he be able to communicate?
With this in mind, Lu Yan fertilized crazily like a hardworking old farmer.

No matter how much energy is needed to visualize the human stele, there is still an upper limit.

After Lu Yan's high-intensity perfusion for more than half an hour, it was finally filled.

hum~
After a dull hum.

The body that looked like a puppet in a shooting range suddenly burst into a dense black light.

Like a black hole, it wants to completely devour the surrounding light.

It's just that, although it is obviously deep and dark, it doesn't give people any gloomy and depressing feeling.

On the contrary, it exudes wildness, desolation, and even the heavy atmosphere accumulated naturally by endless years,

"Are you ready?"

Lu Yan stopped the infusion of spiritual pressure, stood up straight, and looked thoughtfully at the incomparably deep darkness.

The next moment, the seemingly scattered black light gradually gathered and solidified, and finally turned into a nearly four-meter-long pure black stone tablet.

Except that it is a little bigger than imagined, the overall appearance is similar to what Lu Yan saw in the consciousness space.

"Why? Will I give birth to consciousness?"

A thick voice sounded from the human stele, and at first glance, it was a bit bold.

"For the sake of this world? That's why."

Before Lu Yan could speak, the stele began to ask and answer itself.

Not knowing why, it quickly realized the reason for its birth.

"Human race, did you wake me up?"

Obviously, these words were addressed to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan pressed his temple with some headache.

He really didn't expect that the embodiment of the will of this human stele was actually a gentleman.

"Well, it's me."

The human stele was silent for a while, and then naturally switched to Lu Yan's language habits: "I understand, you want to know my name."

"Don't worry, I have something else to ask."

"About me?"

The human stele seemed to be able to sense Lu Yan's mental activity, and before Lu Yan could ask, he said, "I really want to tell you..."

"Unfortunately, we are not allowed to be born with consciousness. Even in this world, we cannot completely get rid of the restrictions. Once we leave this world, I will disappear..."

Halfway through the speech, the human stele suddenly seemed to realize something, changed the subject, and said, "Wait, I can feel that you still have the power of the other two towns."

"Have you already gathered all three..."

Lu Yan frowned, and asked, "What's the problem?"

The human stele fell into silence again, and this time it was even silent for nearly a minute before responding with its thick voice.

"No problem. If possible, try to find the last human stone tablet. After gathering the strength, you will not be disappointed."

Lu Yan just nodded and did not give a clear answer.

The main thing is that this thing really doesn't mean that you can get it all together.

To be precise, from Wuwu, Wucai to Wushuang now.

He has been able to get three of them together so far, and they all feel unrealistic, as if someone deliberately arranged them for him.

"Let's stop here, enough has been said."

"You shouldn't have said anything."

Lu Yan didn't show face to the tribe's stele, saying that the information revealed so far is completely meaningless.

"Then let me tell you one last thing."